User blog comment:Bluestripe the Wild/Rise of the Mercenaries/@comment-1222705-20110207054829

Revlis leans on his spear, waiting for someone to to give him something to do

'about a mile and a half from camp, a stoat stops and wipes a paw across his forehead "These Southlands, their much tea dry Fer mah lahkin aw'well,tea beyond mah xontrol he shoulders a large sword, and continues his journey